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Post by Aimery on Apr 24, 2007 13:22:06 GMT -5
*Aimery looked up sharply to where he guessed the sound would have come from, assuming that it was something like a hand that he had been holding. He pulled his hand away sharply, the spell broken and his gaze fell to the floor again. Pursing his lips gently, he shook his head, bringing his hand to his throat, trying to explain.*
I can’t…I can’t…please understand.
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Post by Faith on Apr 24, 2007 13:27:26 GMT -5
*Faye felt a jolt of loss as he snatched away the warm human touch, but she nodded.*
"Yes. I see."
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Post by Aimery on Apr 24, 2007 13:30:52 GMT -5
*Aimery looked up shyly, still seeing nothing, swallowing nervously. How was he supposed to ask enough to understand what was going on? His pointed his finger to the emptiness where the sound seemed to be, then to his eye, then to his chest.*
You…see…me?
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Post by Faith on Apr 24, 2007 13:34:14 GMT -5
*Faye almost laughed at the over-the-top gestures.*
"Of course I can see you. What's your name?"
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Post by Aimery on Apr 24, 2007 13:38:17 GMT -5
*Aimery bit his lip and scrambled to his feet careful to cloak himself in the curtain if this…whatever could see him. Pulling his damp pants off the chair, he pulled out his pad and pencil, struggling to not tear the moist paper. He thought the word as he wrote his name.*
Aimery…
*He held the pad up with a hopeful raise of his brow.*
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Post by Faith on Apr 24, 2007 13:40:58 GMT -5
*Faye squinted at the pale smears on the paper and shook her head.*
"I'm sorry, Aimery--what are you trying to show me?"
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Post by Aimery on Apr 24, 2007 13:43:45 GMT -5
*Aimery turned the pad back to himself, examining the lines under the light of the fire. They were little more than smears. But still she… He looked up in wonder.*
How does she know my name?
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Post by Faith on Apr 24, 2007 13:46:13 GMT -5
*Faye peered at him intently as his lips didn't move, and yet he spoke. Her brow furrowed.*
"...you just said..."
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Post by Aimery on Apr 24, 2007 13:48:48 GMT -5
But I don’t say anything…I can’t. That’s the point I’m…
*Aimery looked at the vacancy, thoroughly confused.*
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Post by Faith on Apr 24, 2007 13:50:37 GMT -5
*Faye knelt in front of Aimery and reached out and gently traced his lips with curious fingertips.*
"I can hear you."
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Post by Aimery on Apr 24, 2007 13:52:44 GMT -5
*Aimery shied away from the unexpected sensation at his lips. His eyes were ever searching, and yet seeing nothing.*
But how…this is a dream…it has to be a dream…I can’t…Aimery, you know you can’t…
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Post by Faith on Apr 24, 2007 13:55:05 GMT -5
*Faye laughed, now, low and rich.*
"Well, now you're talking to yourself."
*She sat back and leaned towards the heat of the fire.*
"I think I'm a ghost."
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Post by Aimery on Apr 24, 2007 13:57:31 GMT -5
*New terror filled Aimery’s eyes and he scooted back slightly.*
Ghost?
*His brow furrowed.*
This is a dream…a scary dream, please wake up…don’t let it hurt…
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Post by Faith on Apr 24, 2007 14:00:13 GMT -5
*Faye cried out in horror at the effect the admission had on the young man.*
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean--I'm sorry!"
*She leapt to her feet, knocking over the chair behind her as she fled from the room, her footsteps poundling lightly, dully on the stairs as she retreated to the room that had once been hers. Bare furniture, walls stripped of their paper and pictures. The faded canopy fluttered in the light breeze from the open window. Faye curled up on the windowseat and gazed out into the rain as lightning lit up the room in pale blue flashes. Thunder rolled in the silence as she laid her head against the window frame and began to cry softly.*
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Post by Aimery on Apr 24, 2007 14:10:33 GMT -5
*Aimery didn’t wake up. But he had seemed to upset the voice greatly and it left in a somewhat sudden and partially violent manner. When he could manage to come to his senses, he stood and tried to make his way to where the voice seemed to have gone to. He ascended the stairs carefully.*
I’m sorry…I’m so stupid…why do you always mess things up? Where are you…
*He searched until he heard a soft crying. He rapped gently on the door.*
Please don’t be sad…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…
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